郑子连的诗既有秋风横贯的长吟,也有月下溪流的短叹,还有静夜烛光的幽思。他的一首《红蜡烛》曾让我唏嘘不止……生日里,我看见红蜡烛是一群袅袅亭亭的红衫女在一片叮当的月光曲中跳着月光舞月在高处,人在低处红蜡烛以芭蕾般的高贵环我而立风雨几度,月比人憔悴人比红烛瘦心事如雪,红蜡烛在茫茫雪野上披一袭红斗篷一个背影随一朵深深的思念而去 Zheng Zilian’s poems have both long autumn wind traversing the moon, there are also short sighs under the streams, as well as quiet night candlelight meditation. One of his “red candles” made me marvel at more than ... birthday, I saw the red candles are a group of slim red shirt slim woman dancing in a jingle moonlight dance Moonlight Moonlight High, people in the low Red candles in a ballet-like ring I stand in the storm a few times, haggard month than the red candle thin heartthrobs, red candles in the wild snowy cloak hit a red cloak back with a deep miss